Post by Level-Two on May 21, 2011 20:20:10 GMT -4
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INTRO
We find ourselves in the bedroom suite of APW Undisputed Champion, Lester Only. A place were dreams come true, miracles happen and a destination every girl and America would love to visit one day. Patricia laid ontop of him chest-to-chest with the sheets pulled over the two of them as he smiled a grin two MC Donald customers wide.
''That was quite the exercise. I think I'm ready to win a few more championships after this one...''
''You're such a weird-o! But I like it! You know, you should really work me into your training regiment more often and then you wouldn't need an excuse to hit the gym...''
''Aw, we aren't going to talk about this again—are we?''
Lester Only groaned as Patricia Lewis playfully rolled her eyes. She softly ran her finger along his chest as she spoke.
''All I'm saying is that maybe you could bargain with President Jeff to have a lighter road schedule—I mean this cage match your having with... um... his name?''
''Ryan Ruckus?''
''Right—this match with that guy sounds kinda dangerous. I'm sure you can, you know, bleed your wounds a bit? You know, in the name of a few more weeks to heal and rest up, afterwards...''
''That's not what a champion does, Patricia...''
Patricia Lewis hand stopped on Lester Only's chest as she shook her head to side to side and pulled herself up off Lester Only and out from under the thick blanket while simultaneously grabbing her discarded bra up off the bed covering herself up quicker then a darting pervert (you) could possibly see.
''A champion doesn't give his lowlife opponent the satisfaction of claiming they in their efforts took out the champion for several weeks win or lose. Do you know what that would do to my image? And then you have the issue of respect—who's going to respect a champion who fights no harder then the guy opening up the show on a weekly basis? And we haven't even gotten to all those people—what are they going to think about...''
Patricia Lewis put a finger on Lester Only's lip; which was enough to shut him up.
''... those people are strangers, Lester. I'm your girlfriend. You have kids. You have a family to be there for and I'm sorry but what they think of you is a lot more important then what your fans may think about you...''
Lester Only sighed.
''You say all that isn't what a champion does... so what does a champion really do? Is a champion going to miss his child's first step? Does being a champion mean you aren't there to take your children to their first day at school? And what happens when that champion is so dedicated to being a champion that he misses their graduations too?''
''Oh, enough Patricia...''
Lester Only snapped back.
''You think they are going to remember all that shit? I don't think so. Patricia... I am giving our kids one hell of a future. I'm setting up these kids to experience something great in their lifes. They'll never have to spend a night hungry like I did. They'll never have to worry about where they are going to rest their heads—like I did. They aren't going to have to suffer a day in their lifes because we are going to have the resources for them to prosper all because I am what I am...''
...
''You know what my mother said to me, one cold December—we'll call Christmas? She said, ''The American dream is only a reality when you can afford it. Until then, I drink, I smoke and I take LSD because that's the closest I'll ever get to the damned thing...'' and I'll never forget those words...''
Patricia Lewis rolled over onto the other side of the bed—using the blanket as a barrier between the two of them, as she reached over and tugged on the lamp light string switch.
''We have a long day, tomorrow. Good night, Lester...''
''One's'' All grown up
The alarm clock rings and reads 6:00AM. Lester Only, slowly pulls himself out of bed. He walks over to his closet to find nothing but plaid and pressed pants. He groans at his apparel as he grabs a plaid shirt and some pressed pants and proceeds to struggle to put them on. His body is sore and aches to the bone but he fights through it as he stumbles out of the room and into the bathroom.
Lester Only grabs his toothbrush and laces it with toothpaste (fluoride free!). He proceeds to bush his teeth and spit the guck out into the sink. After doing this for so many years you could see where he couldn't be arsed with the process. It isn't until seconds later he lifts his head and see's his face. Old, tired and worn and several Gray hairs are visible.
Lester Only rips open a nearby cupboard and see's several bottles of pills—many of them painkillers as he slams it shut and storms out of the bathroom. Lester Only walks over to Patricia Lewis's beside as he shakes her awake. She turns over, looks at him and she too as clearly aged quite a bit—but less into an old hag and more into a MILF.
''What is Lester? Is it six o' clock already? Aww... You know, as happy as I am for the kids I'm really not in the mood to go anywhere today. The crowd, the noise... it's all too much for me!''
Patricia Lewis rolls back over and puts a pillow over her face as Lester Only quickly storms out of the bathroom and spends about two minutes of walking distance to finally reach his kitchen in his monstrous sized mansion where he's met by his two kids. Twins. Aged; 20.
''Mornin' dad!''
Lester Only's immediately greeted by his daughter; Vanessa Only with a peck on a cheek. She's wearing a fairly skimpy outfit—something you'd expect on the Disney channel in the ''ol'' days. Lester's son is seated at the table, dressed in pretty attire reading the daily paper. His son notices his father staring at him awkwardly.
''Why the hell are you looking at me like you haven't seen me before, dad?''
''Oh my god! You don't think it's Alzheimers, do you daddy!? The doc says, your memory hasn't been so good since the damage you took in your match with Ryan Ruckus way back in 2011!''
''Well, that's what happens when you proceed to take unprotected chair shots to the head for ten years straight after all that! Not good ol' man...''
Lester Only took a deep breath and shook his head free.
''No, everything's fine with me. What are you reading?''
Lester Only asks his son Tyler who shrugged his shoulders and stood up with a cup of coffee in his hands as he walked towards his dad and tosses the newspaper onto the counter. Lester Only saw a picture of his son and daughter on the front cover posing for a picture in a wrestling ring, with their respective titles. The headline reading; a new era.
''Some schmuck wrote a piece on us about how we're ''re-inventing'' tag team wrestling...''
''Really? That's amazing...''
''No, dad. It's super-lame. How is this schmuck—this ''Andrew Meltzer'' character going to sit here and say that we're ''re-inventing'' anything!? We practically invented tag-team-wrestling. Before us—tag team wrestling was a mere college experiment gone wrong...''
''Yeah, Tyler has a point daddy. The tag team titles were vacated on and off for several years before we came a long...''
''Dad probably can't even name one good tag team back in his day...''
Lester Only put his hand up in the air—as a grin crossed his face. He was about to prove his wise-ass kids, wrong.
''Well there was that one tag team called... okay, I guess you got me! It must be that memory thing again!''
His son, Tyler Only smirked confidently as Vanessa Only poured herself a glass of milk and joined her brother and father as the three of them looked at the newspaper piece about them.
''You know back in my day, tag team wrestling was an absolute joke. There's nothing better then holding the big prize; the Undisputed Championship...''
Vanessa and Tyler look over at each-other... before bursting out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. As Lester Only looks at his kids beside themselves; he had no idea why it was so funny to them.
''You're hilarious, daddy!''
''Pop, why don't you just flip to page 104, nuff said!''
Lester Only quickly flips to 104 in the newspaper but it ends at 103; he looks to Tyler who looks at the newspaper confused.
''Hey, that's weird—usually there's a paragraph about the Undisputed Championship and the news going on with that little trinket on that page. I guess, they might have just cut that out of it entirely this time around...''
''Well, it's great for the environment—less paper to recycle!''
Tyler nods his head at his sister as if to say, great point. It didn't make any sense, Lester thought. The Undisputed Championship was the most coveted prize in professional wrestling after all he had done for the division; how could they slight it by leaving it out of the paper entirely? He wanted to press for more information but Tyler and Vanessa sought little desire to talk about something they saw of such little relevance.
''Well, I guess it's that time to hit the road! Daddy, keys to the corvette?''
''So much for environmentally friendly, Vanessa...''
''We all have our vices. Fancy, high speed, pretty looking cars just so happen to be mine!''
Lester Only reaches into his pocket and pulls out his car keys. He looked at his daughter holding her palm out in-front of her before handing her over the keys. It was a somber moment. They grow up so fast. He could hardly remember how they looked like as kids...
''Drive safe, Vanessa...''
Lester Only warns his daughter who quickly hustles towards the door. Tyler watches his sister leave as he leans towards his father.
''That's an oxymoron dad. You piratically had to pay the driving school off; as well as threaten the poor instructor with immediate death by Darkness Shine. Pedestrians are no more safe then the drivers on the road with her around. See you around, dad...''
Tyler Only said as he shoved his fist into his old man's shoulder, playfully as he too headed for the door. Lester Only couldn't help but ask;
''Hey, son....''
''Yeah, dad?''
''I did beat Ryan Ruckus at Mayhem in 2011, didn't I?''
''Yes, you did and I don't think we'll ever forget or hear the end about it from you. Don't you worry one bit. You'll always go down as one of the best wrestlers in the business—it's just time for your kids to carry on the family name. I'll see you there, pops...''
Tyler Only respectfully nods to his father as he exits the mansion front door and hops into his car. Several seconds later, Lester's wife Patricia Lewis makes her way down stairs and greets her husband with a warm hug and a good morning kiss.
''Hurry up and get ready, hun. The big show starts in a few hours and I know you don't want to miss it; that Undisputed Championship, it's on the line...''
''The following is your SHOW OPENING match up of this evening. Hailing from A circus near you... weighing in at 125 pounds... he is the APW Undisputed Champion of the free world—he is BO-BO THE CLOWN!''
Lester Only is in the crowd seated with Patricia Lewis; with a look of concern across his face. He looked around and saw several people around them fooling around with cellphones and other hi-tech gadgets they'd make his hay-day look like child play. Bo-bo the clown barely got any sort of crowd reaction as he stepped out from behind the curtain.
''What the hell is this shit!? Who the hell is BO-BO THE CLOWN and why the hell is he making a mockery of my APW Undisputed Championship like this!?''
''Lester, you haven't wrestled a match in like ten years. Things have changed since then, alright? I'm sure BO-BO does great work for the APW much like you did in your day. Sure, he may not have elaborate win totals or five star matches but he's great for the APW and their new under 5 age initiative...''
''This is ridiculous...''
''Shhh, he's about to make his signature title belt out of balloon!''
BO-BO THE CLOWN begins blows his hot air into the balloon before twisting it into shape of a title belt. He smiles as he begins to run down the ramp and make funny faces for the mentally disabled kids in the front row wearing Matt Weatherlight T-shirts. One of the kids reaches over and pops BO-BO's replica title belt; the arena is so quite at this point, you could probably hear it.
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Some idiot kid just popped BO-BO's title belt! Now what the hell is he going to defend here tonight?''
Chase: I don't know but word has it my old friend Lester Only, who just so HAPPENS to be the greatest APW Undisputed Champion, ever—is here witnessing this monstrosity tonight!
Harvey: You can't say that live, Chase... Jeff is going to fire you!
Chase: You know what, Harvey!? I'd fu*king love that right now! Please, please for the love of god fire Johnny Chase... I can't stand to watch this anymore!
Lester Only looks into the ring and points at BO-BO's opponent who didn't actually get his own ring entrance and looked awfully familiar...
''Hey, who's that in the ring with BO-BO?''
Patricia Lewis rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bag of popcorn from the popcorn boy, equipped with a jet-pack for convenient access to customers around the arena.
''You know him as Branden Harvey. Some idiot by the name of Peter Vanderbilt—a big elite insider created anti-ageing life extension technology before he died mysteriously. The process had been used on only several people including Branden Harvey before it was largely suppressed in a top secret government lab only a few people even know about...''
''Why did he get it and not me? I could be wrestling right now!''
''Well, Peter Vanderbilt put the technology on the line in a ''live forever or die later'' match at Rasslemania 18 but everyone ganged up on you and tossed you over the top rope...''
''Why?''
''Because they didn't want you in the main-event for ten MORE decades...''
''Fair enough...''
''And your arch rival Ryan Ruckus suffered a similar fate as he was soon to join you out side the ring in your failed bid for immorality...''
''And...?''
''Well because Ryan Ruckus was a threat to all humanity, he sought after world domination just not the APW Undisputed Championship.. The APW simply couldn't exist if he had lived forever...''
''So fricken' Branden Harvey ended up winning? That's just brilliant!''
''Yup, and he's been jobbing ever since...''
The bell rings as BO-BO THE CLOWN RUSHES a Branden Harvey standing still looking up at the lights with his signature move; SURPRISE!
Harvey: OH MY GOD! BO-BO THE CLOWN just hit the SURPRISE! On APW original, Branden Harvey!
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2...
3...
Your winner and STILL Undisputed Champion: BO-BO THE CLOWN
Chase: Aw, god. I don't know what's more painful. The fact that BO-BO THE CLOWN is still APW Undisputed Champion of the free world or that Branden Harvey is going to be jobbing forever... literally.
''Yay, BO-BO!''
Patricia Lewis jumps out of her seat as her popcorn comes flying all over Lester Only's lap, as she tosses her hands high above her head and gives BO-BO THE CLOWN a standing ovation. She looks around and see's she's the only one bar children and awkwardly sits back down again.
''You're seriously going to cheer THAT idiot on!? I mean, didn't you watch my classics with Bryan Payne? Pence Weatherlight? Ryan Ruckus? And how about Sally Talfourd?''
''Yes, Lester... I watched Part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—and the next ten additions of Level-One vs. Sally Talfourd and as great as they may have been; I like the variety with BO-BO. As for your matches with Ryan? Those were disgusting! Ugh...''
A old school fan taps Lester on the shoulder and hands him a picture of a head split open exposing his skull.
''Hey, dude—do you mind signing this picture!? It's a picture from 2011 when you totally fucked up Ryan Ruckus head in the no escape cage match. That shit was raw grimy, dude!''
The loud music dies down as Lester Only's progeny, Tyler Only and Vanessa Only take centre stage in-front a loud thunderous applause. Patricia Lewis stood up on her chair and screamed out loud for her children cheering them on as Lester Only tried to restrain his wife.
Tyler Only: Tonight me and my sister are going to be defending our Tag Team Titles against some tag team by the name of ''Men in Black!''... pfft. It sounds pretty lame if you ask me! Nonetheless, I assure you we'll be retaining our titles in the main-event tonight, at all costs...
Vanessa Only: That's right because ever since our dad, Lester Only has woken up from his year long coma they viciously put him through—daddy has been teaching us some of his best moves we'll be using on both of you clowns!
Tyler Only pauses as he raises his index finger in the air.
Tyler Only: Vanessa, you just gave me a GREAT idea, sis! You see folks, our dad just so happens to be here in the crowd tonight. And because ''The men in black'' obviously aren't second generation superstars like me and my sister are—we feel as if it's our duty to enlighten you all to just what my dad, Lester Only is capable of!
Vanessa Only: Come on down to the ring, daddy!
The crowd cheers as the live APW camera focuses in on a surprised Lester Only sitting in the crowd. Security leads him through the crowd and towards the ring, as Patricia shouts out...
''Try not to pull a muscle out there, hun!''
Lester Only joins his children inside the ring and receives a microphone from ringside from part time stage hand. AND APW Undisputed Championship number one contender... Branden Harvey.
Lester Only: I can't explain how much of a pleasure it is to be in the ring with my two kids! Twenty years ago in this very ring at this same pay-per-view I defeated Ryan Ruckus for the Undisputed Championship! It was a violent, a career changing—a history making moment in the APW that I will NEVER forget!''
Tyler Only kips in.
Tyler Only: That's right, pops! And we are going to give ''The Men in Black'' what I like to call the Ryan Ruckus, treatment! We are going to beat your asses pillar to post! Ring rope to ring rope! Every inch of this ring will serve you well when we give you an in-depth tour of it! We are undoubtedly the greatest tag team in the history of professional wrestling and that simply isn't up for debate!
Tyler Only says as he poses for the camera, APW tag team championship in hand.
Tyler Only: I am sugar!
The crowd cheers as Vanessa Only struts towards the camera microphone in hand.
Vanessa Only: And I am spice!
They smile as the clunk their tag team championships together confidently before they glance at the camera for a split second captivating everyone watching at home.
And we are anything but nice!''
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Things aren't looking too good for Sugar and Spice right now...
Vanessa Only is slammed down the mat hard with her neck viciously whip-lashing against the canvas by a large big black man. His tag team partner has Tyler Only up over his head as he screams for help.
Tyler Only: Dad, I need a bailout!
Tyler Only is viciously slammed onto his sister chest first as the crowd '''ooooohhhssss''' along with the move.
Harvey: OH MY GOD! The Men in Black just hit the Insectoid! We're about to see new tag champions!
Chase: They're last name is, Only. They can't lose!
The men in the black pulls Tyler Only off of his sister and makes the pin the two of them...
1
2
THR--
Harvey: OH MY GOD! The referee has just been pulled out of the ring!
The crowd cheers, it's Lester Only! He slips into the ring and nails the black man in black with a steel chair... he swings around and takes out the the white man in black as well! Lester Only tosses the steel chair out of the ring, as he ducks below the apron. The referee pulls himself back into the ring, as Tyler Only finds enough to strength to crawl towards the Men in Black and drape two arms over their shoulders...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Sugar and Spice have retained their APW tag titles after their father Lester Only interfered in this match up and exacted some long lost revenge on the Men in Black! I'm sure Sugar and Spice are elated to hear this right about now...
Chase: I'm so happy for the Only family, right now! Lester Only is a great father and once again proved that he'd do just about anything for his kids! What a champ!
Lester Only lifts his son and daughter up off the canvas as he shoves the tag team titles in their grips and raises their hands above their head as they exhaustively try to stand up on their own two feet...
''We did it!'' Vanessa Only exhaustively utters...
''We're the best, ever...'' Tyler Only reassures himself, despite the throbbing pain he was feeling in his frontal lobes.
''Yeah and what about me?''
Vanessa and Tyler look over to each-other as they pat their father on their shoulders...
''Yeah you did good too dad...''
Their theme music blasts the PA system as Lester Only celebrates as if he won the titles himself. His son and daughter look at each-other and then back at their dad feeling as if they're egos had been knocked down a notch as a ''Lester Only'' chant began and Mayhem came to a close.
Show offline.
Sugar and Spice had been a legendary tag team ever, since. With the help of their father, they were able to defeat every tag team in the division. Lester Only quickly became the third man, in a two person duo. Conflict within the family grew; as Tyler and Vanessa Only struggled in the shadows of their father.
Regardless, things needed to change. Someone had to make a move. The men in black were up to the challenge...
Screeching tires, black esclade, doors open, they jump out. Two glocks. Too many bullets.
BANG BANG...
He's as good as dead.
Lester Only eyes flicker as a bright light shines upon him. Disoriented he tries to get up, but cant. As time comes to pass his vision becomes a bit clearer as he see's the outline of a familiar face creating the illusion of a guardian angel.
''What's wrong?''
Lester Only asks unaware to the condition he was in. He had been in the hospital hundreds of times before for a countless collection of injury but this felt like something different—this was damn near indescribable. A story told that would just about do away with any narrator would even dare to tell it...
He was dying.
''You were shot, Lester...''
Patricia says delivering the news. Lester Only didn't have much left in the tank as far as emotion went and merely out a soft sigh barely audible to a human ear. His tone was soft and the words came as slow as a painful death but he spoke. Each word a struggle in it's self. A sad state of affairs.
''There was a time when we used to settle our beefs with just words and steel chairs but things have really changed since then. I harbour no ill will to the perpetrators and I want you to know that...''
''Who did it!?''
Patricia asks; the question sound more like a demand then anything, largely ignored by Lester Only who refused to drop any names.
''I will not tell you, the answer is irrelevant. If it wasn't for me—this would have never happened in the first place. In my day, I pushed the boundaries. I did so many things I'll regret until the end of time. I created the blue print of evil. I patented it on an APW stage. Others took the blue print and built empires out of it—empires that needed to fill their soil with blood by any means possible. It's karma... and it's got me by it's hold...''
''Don't say that!''
Patricia protests as she grabs Lester Only's hand and squeezes it tightly.
''I just want you to understand that if I could go back and change the past, I'd do it in a heartbeat...''
''What do you mean?''
''I'd be there...''
A single tear escaped from Patricia's eye, rolled down her cheek and fell onto Lester Only. It was at that exact moment he truly felt pain.
''I'd be there to watch them take their first step. I'd be there to walk them to school on their first day of class and I'd be right in the front row with a smile across my face on their graduation day...''
''Hold on, Lester. You still have time. You can't leave us, now...''
Lester Only blinked twice. He could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness—but he refused to go out without a fight. He was champion nearly all his life; and in death, he would accept nothing less. A champion til' the very end.
''What hurts the most is knowing they aren't here; just like I wasn't there for them. They're out fighting to retain their titles—much like I fought on birthdays, thanksgiving, and Christmas mornings. They've learnt it from me...''
''Please, Lester...''
''Don't you worry about me, Patricia. You still have two great kids to carry on the family name. All I ask of you is to remind them of my words—and save my grandchildren of this very same fate. That's what life's about, isn't it?''
Patricia Lewis nodded her head up and down as she wiped away a fistful of tears, smearing her make up only her face.
''The ONLY's are far from perfect... but we're the damned closest thing to it...''
Lester Only dully noted with a slight smile.
''It's time, Patricia. I've lived a great life but I must finally pass the torch on. May our memories of the better times burn like a fire in your heart. And the kids? They'll be fine without me. They are going to win that match tonight... without me''
''I love you...''
Patricia says choking on her tears as Lester Only turns his head to the monitor—watching himself die as if he had anticipated this, all along.
''I love you too...and I mean more then a stupid championship, too...''
Through her face painted with pain came a smile; granting him his wish to truly die and peace. The heart monitor dropped in drastic fashion—as if to insinuate Lester Only had been in control of his fate all along. Moments later,
Lester ''Level-One'' Only was officially pronounced dead.
Lester Only woke up in a cold sweat. He had screamed from the top of his lungs which woke up Patricia Lewis beside him. She wiped the crust from her eyes as she put a hand on her boyfriends back who was breathing heavily, cursing under his breath.
''What the hell is wrong with you!?''
''I had a bad dream...''
Patricia Lewis sighed.
''Don't tell me you had another one of those ''losing my title to my opponent dreams'' you always tell me about every time before you have a big match...''
Lester Only shook his head side to side as he grabbed Patricia Lewis by her hand and pulled her out of bed following it up with a desperate kiss.
''We REALLY need to talk...''
FAST FORWARD
The sun shines bright and we're all treated to a beautiful day, inside Liberty park. Although, Lester Only was set to head out on a flight back to Australia in several hours; he had went out of his way to spend a nice afternoon with the people he loves the most... everyone accept Andrew Meltzer, of course.
At a crowded picnic table sat, Lester Only, Patricia Lewis (accompanied by a stroller for two), Vannah White, Johnny Chase and his daughter Jessica Chase, Andrew Meltzer & his mother Ms. Meltzer, and lawyers Mr. Finklestein and Mr. Pierre who worked on the peace treaty, later broken by a war criminal named Ryan Ruckus.
This wasn't your typical scene of doom and gloom. It was a light hearted affair—with enough energy, to get you through two consecutive John Green promos on DVD and still have time to fall asleep to Sally Talfourd's soothing voice, later. In other words, it was awesome. The table broke out into a fit of laughter...
''I just want to say on the behalf of Patricia and I, we really appreciate you all coming down here and spending some quality time with us before my match with Ryan Ruckus. This really is the perfect training regiment for a big match...'''
Patricia smiled at Lester Only, impressed by his sudden turnaround as she picked up where her boyfriend had left off.
''Me and Lester discussed some things earlier today and we've decided on several things to enhance our relationship for the better...''
''Penis enlargement?'' Andrew Meltzer chips in as his mother slaps him upside the head as Patricia Lewis rolled her eyes.
''We'll be spending at least one day every week with each-other as I've given many of my personal endeavours and responsibilities over to our good friend, Vannah White...''
Vannah White smiles shyly and she raises her hands in the air sarcastically.
''Yay, more hard work. It's everything and more a girl could ever ask for...''
Lester Only laughs as his french Canadian lawyer Mr. Pierre speaks up.
''Me and my partner Finklestein here have also been making great efforts in scoring Lester Only some more tour days off so he can spend more time with his family & friends and still remain an active world class competitor in the wrestling industry...''
Andrew Meltzer raises his hand.
''Oh, can I tell you what I've been up too?''
Vannah White rolls her eyes as Lester Only shrugs his shoulders, as if to say, why the hell not? Regardless, he'd soon find out.
''Now that I'm grounded I plan to spend the next month erasing any proof of my activities on the internet, such as hypothetically hacking APW.com... which I promise, I had nothing do with, mom!''
Lester Only quickly turned his attention to Johnny Chase who sat next to his beautiful daughter; who was a ten on any scale.
''And how about you, Chase?''
Johnny Chase looks to his daughter Jessica Chase who turns her head off into the distance nervously. Vannah White smiles at her flirtatiously, impressed by the rumours she had heard of her ''work'';
''Me and Jessica sat down and had a nice long talk about her interesting career choice and we've decided to leave what was in the past in the past; and Jessica is going to enroll in university to pursue a career in brain surgery...''
Andrew Meltzer turns around and spots Jessica Chase sitting right beside him.
''I didn't even see you there until I heard the word brain surgery. You may be the hottest girl I have ever met in real life. By any change are you a wrestling fan?''
''Um... yeah? Lester Only is only the greatest superstar in APW history...''
Jessica Chase says, as she winks at Lester Only flirtatiously all the while; Andrew Meltzer turns to his mother.
''Mom, did you bring an extra pair of my boxer shorts?''
Everyone at the table groans in disgust before Lester Only stands up and begins a large toast; with a large wine bottle filled with soda pop...
''May the changes we make to our lifes, enrich every last minute of it—life is short, opportunities are rare, so let's make the most of it folks... cheers!''
They clinched their glasses together and celebrated and Lester Only had all the motivation he needed to defeat, Ryan Ruckus—again.
Level-One and TWATTER presents: Level-One #champion2011-forever
@wrestlingarchieves: How do you think this match with Ryan Ruckus is going to differ from your match with Ryan Ruckus on Thursday Night Overdrive where you defeated him to main-event Rasslemania...
''As far as Ryan Ruckus is concerned I'd imagine there's more of a direct incentive for him to win—when the biggest prize in professional wrestling is on the line it tends to bring the best out of you and if it doesn't well, I'd argue that you aren't quite cut out for this line of work! As obvious as this sounds, I don't think my initial match with Ryan Ruckus was too different from now. A chance to main-event a show like Rasslemania to fight for the APW Undisputed Championship is just as big, if not bigger then the championship itself...
Essentially, when Ryan Ruckus try's to infer that this match is different from our last one—he's lying to your faces. I truly believe I defeated the best Ryan Ruckus on that night. That's not to say he hasn't improved—I know for a fact he's learnt from his mistakes and I am well prepared for what he'll bring to the table to correct them but like it or not, I have the psychological advantage in all this...
It's not me trying to psych myself up, it's more about him lacking the confidence to defeat me that'll play to my advantage. That loss weighs heavily on the back of his mind. That's why he had to dig deep to get under my skin and soften me up before our match. He's losing sleep right now because he knows he could have possibly have been the APW Undisputed Champion at the biggest show of the year and he couldn't do it—he couldn't even prevail in the match he was booked in despite being the clear favourite! I know this match at Mayhem is a ''short cut'' to becoming an APW Undisputed Champion for him and this is his best shot at it but the fact that he hasn't worked for it is really going to play to my advantage as well...
I'm expecting the best Ryan Ruckus but there's a chance that we might see the one that showed up against, Biggs and in that scenario—he's going to get hurt. Hurt real bad...''
@biggsfan4lyfe: Biggs got ripped off! He beat Ryan Ruckus 2twice! You should have picked him 4 your match @ Mayhem!
''You know I don't want to hurt Ryan Ruckus's mojo—but fuck that dude. Biggs was actually just the man I had in mind! Trust me, I know the people would much rather see Biggs over Ryan Ruckus but Biggs has publicly stated he wishes to remain the Overdrive champion and defend his belt with honour. While I personally call bullshit on that decision all together as far as his motives go; there's no need for him to drop his title in order to fail to win mine. His failure to request a move up his ladder is nothing more then silent acknowledgement that he isn't ready.
Ryan Ruckus needs to really understand that he's not the best... he's merely the next best thing. He needs to understand that this isn't something he's earnt it's something I gave to him and he should be a little more respectful to me because of it. He needs to understand that this is likely his only chance in the foreseeable future in receiving an APW Undisputed Championship, title shot—before he hits the end of the line and waits his turn, again. This is a win or go home scenario, no doubt...
On the positive side—you can understand why Ryan Ruckus did everything in his power to make this feud as ''exciting'' and ''economically'' viable as possible; it was done in hopes that money and ratings shout louder then the calm voice of reason & rationality. I don't think Ryan Ruckus is confident and is keeping a ace in his back pocket in-case he loses this match. If he's able to receive a re-match, he's hoping I get soft, lazy and unmotivated and he can repeat the success of both Pence Weatherlight and Sally Talfourd in beating me AFTER they've already lost their initial match ups. Ryan Ruckus is no dummy...''
@ididitforthelols: What do you think of Ryan Ruckus making the claim on Thursday Night Overdrive that you purposefully kept him booked off the card in hopes that he'll be rusty? LOL!
''He's full of shit, per usual. Despite what Ryan Ruckus may protest; I have no influence on whether or not he or I am booked. APW superstars are always allowed to put in a request but that's about as far as that goes. Ryan Ruckus is ignorant to the fact I was left off the same cards he was. If it was an elaborate plan to keep him out of shape for Mayhem—why wouldn't I be wrestling to do the opposite? This is why you can't believe everything Ryan Ruckus says, he's a thief & liar! And his goal is merely to turn my fan base against me because he's a jealous little boy that acts out because deep down... he just wants to be loved!
So, anyways... furthermore providing self-evidence to his own stupidity he books himself against Mr. Dangerous the resident punching bag! This self indulgent display was less about ''warming up for Mayhem'' and more about ''padding his win loss record'' so he isn't absolutely laughed out of the building when he arrives in Australia. I mean, technically he's 1-4 since Rasslemania. He can't win single matches without cheating and getting caught. He can't win tag matches. And he couldn't pin the donkeys tail in a multi-man match, either. Anyone else with a record like this would be tossed directly out of the main-event without pay for an entire month.. but because it's Ryan Ruckus, it's OK.
It's clear to me Mr. Dangerous was just there for a little confidence boost for Ryan Ruckus much like a man lacking confidence drinks tons of liquor for the liquid courage because without it, he has no excuse for why he's a douche bag—it isn't much different, really. I understand. Me on the other hand? When was the last time I picked fights with a resident loser for shits and giggles and then celebrated it all, afterwards? Face it; Ryan Ruckus needs something to complain about. He needs to paint his eyes black and blue and play the role as a victim... he's a coward looking for sympathy votes and that's that!
@scottcurious: Lester Only, how much do you think Ryan Ruckus's popularity and respect comes from the fact that he won Survive and Conquer? Do you think he's riding that wave of that big win?
''110%! Anyone who believes otherwise just isn't paying any attention. There was no way, I'd ever give Ryan Ruckus a shot if he hadn't had his shining moment at Survive and Conquer, a long time ago. If he hadn't won—I could have very well choosedn anyone. CJ Gates, Blade or even Branden Harvey and it would be no less justified then choosing Ryan Ruckus...
The fact is, Ryan Ruckus has used the art of entertainment and showmanship to make up for his lack of in-ring talent, shown. He was the first one to come running to the free agency when I started it several months ago and that stable made waves. Ryan Ruckus obviously got a good rub from it—and when the party was over he did his best to BULLY two people into joining up with him (beating Terry Marvin three times, anyone!?) in attempt to recreate what I had going because he knew which direction the wind was blowing... nonetheless, that fell flat on it's face.
And then he saw I made a change for the good. And so, Ryan Ruckus figured—hey, it worked for Lester Only—it'll work for Ryan Ruckus! And so, he proceeded to try to buy the fans over and bribe them into getting behind him but when he felt like they weren't cheering loud enough for him, he quickly abandoned that too; Ryan Ruckus a fan favourite? Yeah, right. And so, Que the the post-Rasslemania; Level-One. Everything Ryan Ruckus had done to me, I had done to others in the past and while it may have been karma biting me in my ass—it's clear as day, Ryan Ruckus has been biting my style ever since he got here, just to stay relevant!
Well, Ryan... the show boating and ratings pandering is done. It's time to fight now, punk...''
@redcrossworker: If you won the 500, 000 prize at Survive and Conquer—what would you do with the money?
''Well, hell... I'd donate it to charity of course! I'm already wealthy and successful—how much more money would I possibly need? It's really a shame out of all the people who could have won that money, Ryan Ruckus did. He didn't a build a school for any kids. He didn't by a new house for his mother. No, who knows what he spent his money on—in between pushing bionic body parts for his transhuministic agenda or his ghetto gold digging whore of an ex-wife who knows what the hell he really did with his money, it only attributes to the fact that Ryan Ruckus is a horrible human being who cares about himself and himself, only...''
@dafamilyguy: How do you feel about Ryan Ruckus comment on Thursday Night Overdrive when he said IN quote; (Lester Only) is a man who doesn't even know how to be real to his own wife and child let along all of you pathetic scum suckers!''
''I don't know—how should I feel? First of all; I don't have a wife I have a girlfriend but Ryan Ruckus probably wouldn't know the difference because apparently marriage means nothing to a divorcee! Not to say, divorces are bad... but we all know what his ex-wife is all about. The fruits of a women really reflects the fruits of a man and in Ryan Ruckus's case... he's spoiled rotten.
The fact is, Ryan Ruckus isn't only jealous of me inside the ring—he's jealous of me outside of it too. He obviously loved Ms. Foxxy enough to marry her and I'm sure Ryan Ruckus got married because he was ready to settle down and have a family of his own... or so we thought. He's been divorced and he's been homeless! It's clear to see that failure is a force strong with Ryan Ruckus... how can he possibly be expected to understand what breeds success?
Usually, I don't even touch these subjects—but it Ryan Ruckus's case, it's clearly relevant to this match. His whore ex-wife has made constant appearances on OverDrive furthermore proving just how unprofessional and immature, Ryan Ruckus is. This cage match is for his own good. He won't need to worry about blaming his loss at Mayhem on that troubled women and he'll have the opportunity to own up to his inferiority like a REAL man and face defeat!
Alright, wrap this shit up, boys... it's a long weekend!''
@apwfan4evr: This just in! Ryan Ruckus management publicly hinted that he isn't ready to fight you at Mayhem, this is HUGE! Do you have anything else you want to say to Ryan Ruckus?
''Yeah, I do. Bring me Sally Talfourd, next...''
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INTRO
We find ourselves in the bedroom suite of APW Undisputed Champion, Lester Only. A place were dreams come true, miracles happen and a destination every girl and America would love to visit one day. Patricia laid ontop of him chest-to-chest with the sheets pulled over the two of them as he smiled a grin two MC Donald customers wide.
''That was quite the exercise. I think I'm ready to win a few more championships after this one...''
''You're such a weird-o! But I like it! You know, you should really work me into your training regiment more often and then you wouldn't need an excuse to hit the gym...''
''Aw, we aren't going to talk about this again—are we?''
Lester Only groaned as Patricia Lewis playfully rolled her eyes. She softly ran her finger along his chest as she spoke.
''All I'm saying is that maybe you could bargain with President Jeff to have a lighter road schedule—I mean this cage match your having with... um... his name?''
''Ryan Ruckus?''
''Right—this match with that guy sounds kinda dangerous. I'm sure you can, you know, bleed your wounds a bit? You know, in the name of a few more weeks to heal and rest up, afterwards...''
''That's not what a champion does, Patricia...''
Patricia Lewis hand stopped on Lester Only's chest as she shook her head to side to side and pulled herself up off Lester Only and out from under the thick blanket while simultaneously grabbing her discarded bra up off the bed covering herself up quicker then a darting pervert (you) could possibly see.
''A champion doesn't give his lowlife opponent the satisfaction of claiming they in their efforts took out the champion for several weeks win or lose. Do you know what that would do to my image? And then you have the issue of respect—who's going to respect a champion who fights no harder then the guy opening up the show on a weekly basis? And we haven't even gotten to all those people—what are they going to think about...''
Patricia Lewis put a finger on Lester Only's lip; which was enough to shut him up.
''... those people are strangers, Lester. I'm your girlfriend. You have kids. You have a family to be there for and I'm sorry but what they think of you is a lot more important then what your fans may think about you...''
Lester Only sighed.
''You say all that isn't what a champion does... so what does a champion really do? Is a champion going to miss his child's first step? Does being a champion mean you aren't there to take your children to their first day at school? And what happens when that champion is so dedicated to being a champion that he misses their graduations too?''
''Oh, enough Patricia...''
Lester Only snapped back.
''You think they are going to remember all that shit? I don't think so. Patricia... I am giving our kids one hell of a future. I'm setting up these kids to experience something great in their lifes. They'll never have to spend a night hungry like I did. They'll never have to worry about where they are going to rest their heads—like I did. They aren't going to have to suffer a day in their lifes because we are going to have the resources for them to prosper all because I am what I am...''
...
''You know what my mother said to me, one cold December—we'll call Christmas? She said, ''The American dream is only a reality when you can afford it. Until then, I drink, I smoke and I take LSD because that's the closest I'll ever get to the damned thing...'' and I'll never forget those words...''
Patricia Lewis rolled over onto the other side of the bed—using the blanket as a barrier between the two of them, as she reached over and tugged on the lamp light string switch.
''We have a long day, tomorrow. Good night, Lester...''
''One's'' All grown up
The alarm clock rings and reads 6:00AM. Lester Only, slowly pulls himself out of bed. He walks over to his closet to find nothing but plaid and pressed pants. He groans at his apparel as he grabs a plaid shirt and some pressed pants and proceeds to struggle to put them on. His body is sore and aches to the bone but he fights through it as he stumbles out of the room and into the bathroom.
Lester Only grabs his toothbrush and laces it with toothpaste (fluoride free!). He proceeds to bush his teeth and spit the guck out into the sink. After doing this for so many years you could see where he couldn't be arsed with the process. It isn't until seconds later he lifts his head and see's his face. Old, tired and worn and several Gray hairs are visible.
Lester Only rips open a nearby cupboard and see's several bottles of pills—many of them painkillers as he slams it shut and storms out of the bathroom. Lester Only walks over to Patricia Lewis's beside as he shakes her awake. She turns over, looks at him and she too as clearly aged quite a bit—but less into an old hag and more into a MILF.
''What is Lester? Is it six o' clock already? Aww... You know, as happy as I am for the kids I'm really not in the mood to go anywhere today. The crowd, the noise... it's all too much for me!''
Patricia Lewis rolls back over and puts a pillow over her face as Lester Only quickly storms out of the bathroom and spends about two minutes of walking distance to finally reach his kitchen in his monstrous sized mansion where he's met by his two kids. Twins. Aged; 20.
''Mornin' dad!''
Lester Only's immediately greeted by his daughter; Vanessa Only with a peck on a cheek. She's wearing a fairly skimpy outfit—something you'd expect on the Disney channel in the ''ol'' days. Lester's son is seated at the table, dressed in pretty attire reading the daily paper. His son notices his father staring at him awkwardly.
''Why the hell are you looking at me like you haven't seen me before, dad?''
''Oh my god! You don't think it's Alzheimers, do you daddy!? The doc says, your memory hasn't been so good since the damage you took in your match with Ryan Ruckus way back in 2011!''
''Well, that's what happens when you proceed to take unprotected chair shots to the head for ten years straight after all that! Not good ol' man...''
Lester Only took a deep breath and shook his head free.
''No, everything's fine with me. What are you reading?''
Lester Only asks his son Tyler who shrugged his shoulders and stood up with a cup of coffee in his hands as he walked towards his dad and tosses the newspaper onto the counter. Lester Only saw a picture of his son and daughter on the front cover posing for a picture in a wrestling ring, with their respective titles. The headline reading; a new era.
''Some schmuck wrote a piece on us about how we're ''re-inventing'' tag team wrestling...''
''Really? That's amazing...''
''No, dad. It's super-lame. How is this schmuck—this ''Andrew Meltzer'' character going to sit here and say that we're ''re-inventing'' anything!? We practically invented tag-team-wrestling. Before us—tag team wrestling was a mere college experiment gone wrong...''
''Yeah, Tyler has a point daddy. The tag team titles were vacated on and off for several years before we came a long...''
''Dad probably can't even name one good tag team back in his day...''
Lester Only put his hand up in the air—as a grin crossed his face. He was about to prove his wise-ass kids, wrong.
''Well there was that one tag team called... okay, I guess you got me! It must be that memory thing again!''
His son, Tyler Only smirked confidently as Vanessa Only poured herself a glass of milk and joined her brother and father as the three of them looked at the newspaper piece about them.
''You know back in my day, tag team wrestling was an absolute joke. There's nothing better then holding the big prize; the Undisputed Championship...''
Vanessa and Tyler look over at each-other... before bursting out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. As Lester Only looks at his kids beside themselves; he had no idea why it was so funny to them.
''You're hilarious, daddy!''
''Pop, why don't you just flip to page 104, nuff said!''
Lester Only quickly flips to 104 in the newspaper but it ends at 103; he looks to Tyler who looks at the newspaper confused.
''Hey, that's weird—usually there's a paragraph about the Undisputed Championship and the news going on with that little trinket on that page. I guess, they might have just cut that out of it entirely this time around...''
''Well, it's great for the environment—less paper to recycle!''
Tyler nods his head at his sister as if to say, great point. It didn't make any sense, Lester thought. The Undisputed Championship was the most coveted prize in professional wrestling after all he had done for the division; how could they slight it by leaving it out of the paper entirely? He wanted to press for more information but Tyler and Vanessa sought little desire to talk about something they saw of such little relevance.
''Well, I guess it's that time to hit the road! Daddy, keys to the corvette?''
''So much for environmentally friendly, Vanessa...''
''We all have our vices. Fancy, high speed, pretty looking cars just so happen to be mine!''
Lester Only reaches into his pocket and pulls out his car keys. He looked at his daughter holding her palm out in-front of her before handing her over the keys. It was a somber moment. They grow up so fast. He could hardly remember how they looked like as kids...
''Drive safe, Vanessa...''
Lester Only warns his daughter who quickly hustles towards the door. Tyler watches his sister leave as he leans towards his father.
''That's an oxymoron dad. You piratically had to pay the driving school off; as well as threaten the poor instructor with immediate death by Darkness Shine. Pedestrians are no more safe then the drivers on the road with her around. See you around, dad...''
Tyler Only said as he shoved his fist into his old man's shoulder, playfully as he too headed for the door. Lester Only couldn't help but ask;
''Hey, son....''
''Yeah, dad?''
''I did beat Ryan Ruckus at Mayhem in 2011, didn't I?''
''Yes, you did and I don't think we'll ever forget or hear the end about it from you. Don't you worry one bit. You'll always go down as one of the best wrestlers in the business—it's just time for your kids to carry on the family name. I'll see you there, pops...''
Tyler Only respectfully nods to his father as he exits the mansion front door and hops into his car. Several seconds later, Lester's wife Patricia Lewis makes her way down stairs and greets her husband with a warm hug and a good morning kiss.
''Hurry up and get ready, hun. The big show starts in a few hours and I know you don't want to miss it; that Undisputed Championship, it's on the line...''
''The following is your SHOW OPENING match up of this evening. Hailing from A circus near you... weighing in at 125 pounds... he is the APW Undisputed Champion of the free world—he is BO-BO THE CLOWN!''
Lester Only is in the crowd seated with Patricia Lewis; with a look of concern across his face. He looked around and saw several people around them fooling around with cellphones and other hi-tech gadgets they'd make his hay-day look like child play. Bo-bo the clown barely got any sort of crowd reaction as he stepped out from behind the curtain.
''What the hell is this shit!? Who the hell is BO-BO THE CLOWN and why the hell is he making a mockery of my APW Undisputed Championship like this!?''
''Lester, you haven't wrestled a match in like ten years. Things have changed since then, alright? I'm sure BO-BO does great work for the APW much like you did in your day. Sure, he may not have elaborate win totals or five star matches but he's great for the APW and their new under 5 age initiative...''
''This is ridiculous...''
''Shhh, he's about to make his signature title belt out of balloon!''
BO-BO THE CLOWN begins blows his hot air into the balloon before twisting it into shape of a title belt. He smiles as he begins to run down the ramp and make funny faces for the mentally disabled kids in the front row wearing Matt Weatherlight T-shirts. One of the kids reaches over and pops BO-BO's replica title belt; the arena is so quite at this point, you could probably hear it.
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Some idiot kid just popped BO-BO's title belt! Now what the hell is he going to defend here tonight?''
Chase: I don't know but word has it my old friend Lester Only, who just so HAPPENS to be the greatest APW Undisputed Champion, ever—is here witnessing this monstrosity tonight!
Harvey: You can't say that live, Chase... Jeff is going to fire you!
Chase: You know what, Harvey!? I'd fu*king love that right now! Please, please for the love of god fire Johnny Chase... I can't stand to watch this anymore!
Lester Only looks into the ring and points at BO-BO's opponent who didn't actually get his own ring entrance and looked awfully familiar...
''Hey, who's that in the ring with BO-BO?''
Patricia Lewis rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bag of popcorn from the popcorn boy, equipped with a jet-pack for convenient access to customers around the arena.
''You know him as Branden Harvey. Some idiot by the name of Peter Vanderbilt—a big elite insider created anti-ageing life extension technology before he died mysteriously. The process had been used on only several people including Branden Harvey before it was largely suppressed in a top secret government lab only a few people even know about...''
''Why did he get it and not me? I could be wrestling right now!''
''Well, Peter Vanderbilt put the technology on the line in a ''live forever or die later'' match at Rasslemania 18 but everyone ganged up on you and tossed you over the top rope...''
''Why?''
''Because they didn't want you in the main-event for ten MORE decades...''
''Fair enough...''
''And your arch rival Ryan Ruckus suffered a similar fate as he was soon to join you out side the ring in your failed bid for immorality...''
''And...?''
''Well because Ryan Ruckus was a threat to all humanity, he sought after world domination just not the APW Undisputed Championship.. The APW simply couldn't exist if he had lived forever...''
''So fricken' Branden Harvey ended up winning? That's just brilliant!''
''Yup, and he's been jobbing ever since...''
The bell rings as BO-BO THE CLOWN RUSHES a Branden Harvey standing still looking up at the lights with his signature move; SURPRISE!
Harvey: OH MY GOD! BO-BO THE CLOWN just hit the SURPRISE! On APW original, Branden Harvey!
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2...
3...
Your winner and STILL Undisputed Champion: BO-BO THE CLOWN
Chase: Aw, god. I don't know what's more painful. The fact that BO-BO THE CLOWN is still APW Undisputed Champion of the free world or that Branden Harvey is going to be jobbing forever... literally.
''Yay, BO-BO!''
Patricia Lewis jumps out of her seat as her popcorn comes flying all over Lester Only's lap, as she tosses her hands high above her head and gives BO-BO THE CLOWN a standing ovation. She looks around and see's she's the only one bar children and awkwardly sits back down again.
''You're seriously going to cheer THAT idiot on!? I mean, didn't you watch my classics with Bryan Payne? Pence Weatherlight? Ryan Ruckus? And how about Sally Talfourd?''
''Yes, Lester... I watched Part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—and the next ten additions of Level-One vs. Sally Talfourd and as great as they may have been; I like the variety with BO-BO. As for your matches with Ryan? Those were disgusting! Ugh...''
A old school fan taps Lester on the shoulder and hands him a picture of a head split open exposing his skull.
''Hey, dude—do you mind signing this picture!? It's a picture from 2011 when you totally fucked up Ryan Ruckus head in the no escape cage match. That shit was raw grimy, dude!''
The loud music dies down as Lester Only's progeny, Tyler Only and Vanessa Only take centre stage in-front a loud thunderous applause. Patricia Lewis stood up on her chair and screamed out loud for her children cheering them on as Lester Only tried to restrain his wife.
Tyler Only: Tonight me and my sister are going to be defending our Tag Team Titles against some tag team by the name of ''Men in Black!''... pfft. It sounds pretty lame if you ask me! Nonetheless, I assure you we'll be retaining our titles in the main-event tonight, at all costs...
Vanessa Only: That's right because ever since our dad, Lester Only has woken up from his year long coma they viciously put him through—daddy has been teaching us some of his best moves we'll be using on both of you clowns!
Tyler Only pauses as he raises his index finger in the air.
Tyler Only: Vanessa, you just gave me a GREAT idea, sis! You see folks, our dad just so happens to be here in the crowd tonight. And because ''The men in black'' obviously aren't second generation superstars like me and my sister are—we feel as if it's our duty to enlighten you all to just what my dad, Lester Only is capable of!
Vanessa Only: Come on down to the ring, daddy!
The crowd cheers as the live APW camera focuses in on a surprised Lester Only sitting in the crowd. Security leads him through the crowd and towards the ring, as Patricia shouts out...
''Try not to pull a muscle out there, hun!''
Lester Only joins his children inside the ring and receives a microphone from ringside from part time stage hand. AND APW Undisputed Championship number one contender... Branden Harvey.
Lester Only: I can't explain how much of a pleasure it is to be in the ring with my two kids! Twenty years ago in this very ring at this same pay-per-view I defeated Ryan Ruckus for the Undisputed Championship! It was a violent, a career changing—a history making moment in the APW that I will NEVER forget!''
Tyler Only kips in.
Tyler Only: That's right, pops! And we are going to give ''The Men in Black'' what I like to call the Ryan Ruckus, treatment! We are going to beat your asses pillar to post! Ring rope to ring rope! Every inch of this ring will serve you well when we give you an in-depth tour of it! We are undoubtedly the greatest tag team in the history of professional wrestling and that simply isn't up for debate!
Tyler Only says as he poses for the camera, APW tag team championship in hand.
Tyler Only: I am sugar!
The crowd cheers as Vanessa Only struts towards the camera microphone in hand.
Vanessa Only: And I am spice!
They smile as the clunk their tag team championships together confidently before they glance at the camera for a split second captivating everyone watching at home.
And we are anything but nice!''
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Things aren't looking too good for Sugar and Spice right now...
Vanessa Only is slammed down the mat hard with her neck viciously whip-lashing against the canvas by a large big black man. His tag team partner has Tyler Only up over his head as he screams for help.
Tyler Only: Dad, I need a bailout!
Tyler Only is viciously slammed onto his sister chest first as the crowd '''ooooohhhssss''' along with the move.
Harvey: OH MY GOD! The Men in Black just hit the Insectoid! We're about to see new tag champions!
Chase: They're last name is, Only. They can't lose!
The men in the black pulls Tyler Only off of his sister and makes the pin the two of them...
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THR--
Harvey: OH MY GOD! The referee has just been pulled out of the ring!
The crowd cheers, it's Lester Only! He slips into the ring and nails the black man in black with a steel chair... he swings around and takes out the the white man in black as well! Lester Only tosses the steel chair out of the ring, as he ducks below the apron. The referee pulls himself back into the ring, as Tyler Only finds enough to strength to crawl towards the Men in Black and drape two arms over their shoulders...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Harvey: OH MY GOD! Sugar and Spice have retained their APW tag titles after their father Lester Only interfered in this match up and exacted some long lost revenge on the Men in Black! I'm sure Sugar and Spice are elated to hear this right about now...
Chase: I'm so happy for the Only family, right now! Lester Only is a great father and once again proved that he'd do just about anything for his kids! What a champ!
Lester Only lifts his son and daughter up off the canvas as he shoves the tag team titles in their grips and raises their hands above their head as they exhaustively try to stand up on their own two feet...
''We did it!'' Vanessa Only exhaustively utters...
''We're the best, ever...'' Tyler Only reassures himself, despite the throbbing pain he was feeling in his frontal lobes.
''Yeah and what about me?''
Vanessa and Tyler look over to each-other as they pat their father on their shoulders...
''Yeah you did good too dad...''
Their theme music blasts the PA system as Lester Only celebrates as if he won the titles himself. His son and daughter look at each-other and then back at their dad feeling as if they're egos had been knocked down a notch as a ''Lester Only'' chant began and Mayhem came to a close.
Show offline.
Sugar and Spice had been a legendary tag team ever, since. With the help of their father, they were able to defeat every tag team in the division. Lester Only quickly became the third man, in a two person duo. Conflict within the family grew; as Tyler and Vanessa Only struggled in the shadows of their father.
Regardless, things needed to change. Someone had to make a move. The men in black were up to the challenge...
Screeching tires, black esclade, doors open, they jump out. Two glocks. Too many bullets.
BANG BANG...
He's as good as dead.
Lester Only eyes flicker as a bright light shines upon him. Disoriented he tries to get up, but cant. As time comes to pass his vision becomes a bit clearer as he see's the outline of a familiar face creating the illusion of a guardian angel.
''What's wrong?''
Lester Only asks unaware to the condition he was in. He had been in the hospital hundreds of times before for a countless collection of injury but this felt like something different—this was damn near indescribable. A story told that would just about do away with any narrator would even dare to tell it...
He was dying.
''You were shot, Lester...''
Patricia says delivering the news. Lester Only didn't have much left in the tank as far as emotion went and merely out a soft sigh barely audible to a human ear. His tone was soft and the words came as slow as a painful death but he spoke. Each word a struggle in it's self. A sad state of affairs.
''There was a time when we used to settle our beefs with just words and steel chairs but things have really changed since then. I harbour no ill will to the perpetrators and I want you to know that...''
''Who did it!?''
Patricia asks; the question sound more like a demand then anything, largely ignored by Lester Only who refused to drop any names.
''I will not tell you, the answer is irrelevant. If it wasn't for me—this would have never happened in the first place. In my day, I pushed the boundaries. I did so many things I'll regret until the end of time. I created the blue print of evil. I patented it on an APW stage. Others took the blue print and built empires out of it—empires that needed to fill their soil with blood by any means possible. It's karma... and it's got me by it's hold...''
''Don't say that!''
Patricia protests as she grabs Lester Only's hand and squeezes it tightly.
''I just want you to understand that if I could go back and change the past, I'd do it in a heartbeat...''
''What do you mean?''
''I'd be there...''
A single tear escaped from Patricia's eye, rolled down her cheek and fell onto Lester Only. It was at that exact moment he truly felt pain.
''I'd be there to watch them take their first step. I'd be there to walk them to school on their first day of class and I'd be right in the front row with a smile across my face on their graduation day...''
''Hold on, Lester. You still have time. You can't leave us, now...''
Lester Only blinked twice. He could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness—but he refused to go out without a fight. He was champion nearly all his life; and in death, he would accept nothing less. A champion til' the very end.
''What hurts the most is knowing they aren't here; just like I wasn't there for them. They're out fighting to retain their titles—much like I fought on birthdays, thanksgiving, and Christmas mornings. They've learnt it from me...''
''Please, Lester...''
''Don't you worry about me, Patricia. You still have two great kids to carry on the family name. All I ask of you is to remind them of my words—and save my grandchildren of this very same fate. That's what life's about, isn't it?''
Patricia Lewis nodded her head up and down as she wiped away a fistful of tears, smearing her make up only her face.
''The ONLY's are far from perfect... but we're the damned closest thing to it...''
Lester Only dully noted with a slight smile.
''It's time, Patricia. I've lived a great life but I must finally pass the torch on. May our memories of the better times burn like a fire in your heart. And the kids? They'll be fine without me. They are going to win that match tonight... without me''
''I love you...''
Patricia says choking on her tears as Lester Only turns his head to the monitor—watching himself die as if he had anticipated this, all along.
''I love you too...and I mean more then a stupid championship, too...''
Through her face painted with pain came a smile; granting him his wish to truly die and peace. The heart monitor dropped in drastic fashion—as if to insinuate Lester Only had been in control of his fate all along. Moments later,
Lester ''Level-One'' Only was officially pronounced dead.
Lester Only woke up in a cold sweat. He had screamed from the top of his lungs which woke up Patricia Lewis beside him. She wiped the crust from her eyes as she put a hand on her boyfriends back who was breathing heavily, cursing under his breath.
''What the hell is wrong with you!?''
''I had a bad dream...''
Patricia Lewis sighed.
''Don't tell me you had another one of those ''losing my title to my opponent dreams'' you always tell me about every time before you have a big match...''
Lester Only shook his head side to side as he grabbed Patricia Lewis by her hand and pulled her out of bed following it up with a desperate kiss.
''We REALLY need to talk...''
FAST FORWARD
The sun shines bright and we're all treated to a beautiful day, inside Liberty park. Although, Lester Only was set to head out on a flight back to Australia in several hours; he had went out of his way to spend a nice afternoon with the people he loves the most... everyone accept Andrew Meltzer, of course.
At a crowded picnic table sat, Lester Only, Patricia Lewis (accompanied by a stroller for two), Vannah White, Johnny Chase and his daughter Jessica Chase, Andrew Meltzer & his mother Ms. Meltzer, and lawyers Mr. Finklestein and Mr. Pierre who worked on the peace treaty, later broken by a war criminal named Ryan Ruckus.
This wasn't your typical scene of doom and gloom. It was a light hearted affair—with enough energy, to get you through two consecutive John Green promos on DVD and still have time to fall asleep to Sally Talfourd's soothing voice, later. In other words, it was awesome. The table broke out into a fit of laughter...
''I just want to say on the behalf of Patricia and I, we really appreciate you all coming down here and spending some quality time with us before my match with Ryan Ruckus. This really is the perfect training regiment for a big match...'''
Patricia smiled at Lester Only, impressed by his sudden turnaround as she picked up where her boyfriend had left off.
''Me and Lester discussed some things earlier today and we've decided on several things to enhance our relationship for the better...''
''Penis enlargement?'' Andrew Meltzer chips in as his mother slaps him upside the head as Patricia Lewis rolled her eyes.
''We'll be spending at least one day every week with each-other as I've given many of my personal endeavours and responsibilities over to our good friend, Vannah White...''
Vannah White smiles shyly and she raises her hands in the air sarcastically.
''Yay, more hard work. It's everything and more a girl could ever ask for...''
Lester Only laughs as his french Canadian lawyer Mr. Pierre speaks up.
''Me and my partner Finklestein here have also been making great efforts in scoring Lester Only some more tour days off so he can spend more time with his family & friends and still remain an active world class competitor in the wrestling industry...''
Andrew Meltzer raises his hand.
''Oh, can I tell you what I've been up too?''
Vannah White rolls her eyes as Lester Only shrugs his shoulders, as if to say, why the hell not? Regardless, he'd soon find out.
''Now that I'm grounded I plan to spend the next month erasing any proof of my activities on the internet, such as hypothetically hacking APW.com... which I promise, I had nothing do with, mom!''
Lester Only quickly turned his attention to Johnny Chase who sat next to his beautiful daughter; who was a ten on any scale.
''And how about you, Chase?''
Johnny Chase looks to his daughter Jessica Chase who turns her head off into the distance nervously. Vannah White smiles at her flirtatiously, impressed by the rumours she had heard of her ''work'';
''Me and Jessica sat down and had a nice long talk about her interesting career choice and we've decided to leave what was in the past in the past; and Jessica is going to enroll in university to pursue a career in brain surgery...''
Andrew Meltzer turns around and spots Jessica Chase sitting right beside him.
''I didn't even see you there until I heard the word brain surgery. You may be the hottest girl I have ever met in real life. By any change are you a wrestling fan?''
''Um... yeah? Lester Only is only the greatest superstar in APW history...''
Jessica Chase says, as she winks at Lester Only flirtatiously all the while; Andrew Meltzer turns to his mother.
''Mom, did you bring an extra pair of my boxer shorts?''
Everyone at the table groans in disgust before Lester Only stands up and begins a large toast; with a large wine bottle filled with soda pop...
''May the changes we make to our lifes, enrich every last minute of it—life is short, opportunities are rare, so let's make the most of it folks... cheers!''
They clinched their glasses together and celebrated and Lester Only had all the motivation he needed to defeat, Ryan Ruckus—again.
Level-One and TWATTER presents: Level-One #champion2011-forever
@wrestlingarchieves: How do you think this match with Ryan Ruckus is going to differ from your match with Ryan Ruckus on Thursday Night Overdrive where you defeated him to main-event Rasslemania...
''As far as Ryan Ruckus is concerned I'd imagine there's more of a direct incentive for him to win—when the biggest prize in professional wrestling is on the line it tends to bring the best out of you and if it doesn't well, I'd argue that you aren't quite cut out for this line of work! As obvious as this sounds, I don't think my initial match with Ryan Ruckus was too different from now. A chance to main-event a show like Rasslemania to fight for the APW Undisputed Championship is just as big, if not bigger then the championship itself...
Essentially, when Ryan Ruckus try's to infer that this match is different from our last one—he's lying to your faces. I truly believe I defeated the best Ryan Ruckus on that night. That's not to say he hasn't improved—I know for a fact he's learnt from his mistakes and I am well prepared for what he'll bring to the table to correct them but like it or not, I have the psychological advantage in all this...
It's not me trying to psych myself up, it's more about him lacking the confidence to defeat me that'll play to my advantage. That loss weighs heavily on the back of his mind. That's why he had to dig deep to get under my skin and soften me up before our match. He's losing sleep right now because he knows he could have possibly have been the APW Undisputed Champion at the biggest show of the year and he couldn't do it—he couldn't even prevail in the match he was booked in despite being the clear favourite! I know this match at Mayhem is a ''short cut'' to becoming an APW Undisputed Champion for him and this is his best shot at it but the fact that he hasn't worked for it is really going to play to my advantage as well...
I'm expecting the best Ryan Ruckus but there's a chance that we might see the one that showed up against, Biggs and in that scenario—he's going to get hurt. Hurt real bad...''
@biggsfan4lyfe: Biggs got ripped off! He beat Ryan Ruckus 2twice! You should have picked him 4 your match @ Mayhem!
''You know I don't want to hurt Ryan Ruckus's mojo—but fuck that dude. Biggs was actually just the man I had in mind! Trust me, I know the people would much rather see Biggs over Ryan Ruckus but Biggs has publicly stated he wishes to remain the Overdrive champion and defend his belt with honour. While I personally call bullshit on that decision all together as far as his motives go; there's no need for him to drop his title in order to fail to win mine. His failure to request a move up his ladder is nothing more then silent acknowledgement that he isn't ready.
Ryan Ruckus needs to really understand that he's not the best... he's merely the next best thing. He needs to understand that this isn't something he's earnt it's something I gave to him and he should be a little more respectful to me because of it. He needs to understand that this is likely his only chance in the foreseeable future in receiving an APW Undisputed Championship, title shot—before he hits the end of the line and waits his turn, again. This is a win or go home scenario, no doubt...
On the positive side—you can understand why Ryan Ruckus did everything in his power to make this feud as ''exciting'' and ''economically'' viable as possible; it was done in hopes that money and ratings shout louder then the calm voice of reason & rationality. I don't think Ryan Ruckus is confident and is keeping a ace in his back pocket in-case he loses this match. If he's able to receive a re-match, he's hoping I get soft, lazy and unmotivated and he can repeat the success of both Pence Weatherlight and Sally Talfourd in beating me AFTER they've already lost their initial match ups. Ryan Ruckus is no dummy...''
@ididitforthelols: What do you think of Ryan Ruckus making the claim on Thursday Night Overdrive that you purposefully kept him booked off the card in hopes that he'll be rusty? LOL!
''He's full of shit, per usual. Despite what Ryan Ruckus may protest; I have no influence on whether or not he or I am booked. APW superstars are always allowed to put in a request but that's about as far as that goes. Ryan Ruckus is ignorant to the fact I was left off the same cards he was. If it was an elaborate plan to keep him out of shape for Mayhem—why wouldn't I be wrestling to do the opposite? This is why you can't believe everything Ryan Ruckus says, he's a thief & liar! And his goal is merely to turn my fan base against me because he's a jealous little boy that acts out because deep down... he just wants to be loved!
So, anyways... furthermore providing self-evidence to his own stupidity he books himself against Mr. Dangerous the resident punching bag! This self indulgent display was less about ''warming up for Mayhem'' and more about ''padding his win loss record'' so he isn't absolutely laughed out of the building when he arrives in Australia. I mean, technically he's 1-4 since Rasslemania. He can't win single matches without cheating and getting caught. He can't win tag matches. And he couldn't pin the donkeys tail in a multi-man match, either. Anyone else with a record like this would be tossed directly out of the main-event without pay for an entire month.. but because it's Ryan Ruckus, it's OK.
It's clear to me Mr. Dangerous was just there for a little confidence boost for Ryan Ruckus much like a man lacking confidence drinks tons of liquor for the liquid courage because without it, he has no excuse for why he's a douche bag—it isn't much different, really. I understand. Me on the other hand? When was the last time I picked fights with a resident loser for shits and giggles and then celebrated it all, afterwards? Face it; Ryan Ruckus needs something to complain about. He needs to paint his eyes black and blue and play the role as a victim... he's a coward looking for sympathy votes and that's that!
@scottcurious: Lester Only, how much do you think Ryan Ruckus's popularity and respect comes from the fact that he won Survive and Conquer? Do you think he's riding that wave of that big win?
''110%! Anyone who believes otherwise just isn't paying any attention. There was no way, I'd ever give Ryan Ruckus a shot if he hadn't had his shining moment at Survive and Conquer, a long time ago. If he hadn't won—I could have very well choosedn anyone. CJ Gates, Blade or even Branden Harvey and it would be no less justified then choosing Ryan Ruckus...
The fact is, Ryan Ruckus has used the art of entertainment and showmanship to make up for his lack of in-ring talent, shown. He was the first one to come running to the free agency when I started it several months ago and that stable made waves. Ryan Ruckus obviously got a good rub from it—and when the party was over he did his best to BULLY two people into joining up with him (beating Terry Marvin three times, anyone!?) in attempt to recreate what I had going because he knew which direction the wind was blowing... nonetheless, that fell flat on it's face.
And then he saw I made a change for the good. And so, Ryan Ruckus figured—hey, it worked for Lester Only—it'll work for Ryan Ruckus! And so, he proceeded to try to buy the fans over and bribe them into getting behind him but when he felt like they weren't cheering loud enough for him, he quickly abandoned that too; Ryan Ruckus a fan favourite? Yeah, right. And so, Que the the post-Rasslemania; Level-One. Everything Ryan Ruckus had done to me, I had done to others in the past and while it may have been karma biting me in my ass—it's clear as day, Ryan Ruckus has been biting my style ever since he got here, just to stay relevant!
Well, Ryan... the show boating and ratings pandering is done. It's time to fight now, punk...''
@redcrossworker: If you won the 500, 000 prize at Survive and Conquer—what would you do with the money?
''Well, hell... I'd donate it to charity of course! I'm already wealthy and successful—how much more money would I possibly need? It's really a shame out of all the people who could have won that money, Ryan Ruckus did. He didn't a build a school for any kids. He didn't by a new house for his mother. No, who knows what he spent his money on—in between pushing bionic body parts for his transhuministic agenda or his ghetto gold digging whore of an ex-wife who knows what the hell he really did with his money, it only attributes to the fact that Ryan Ruckus is a horrible human being who cares about himself and himself, only...''
@dafamilyguy: How do you feel about Ryan Ruckus comment on Thursday Night Overdrive when he said IN quote; (Lester Only) is a man who doesn't even know how to be real to his own wife and child let along all of you pathetic scum suckers!''
''I don't know—how should I feel? First of all; I don't have a wife I have a girlfriend but Ryan Ruckus probably wouldn't know the difference because apparently marriage means nothing to a divorcee! Not to say, divorces are bad... but we all know what his ex-wife is all about. The fruits of a women really reflects the fruits of a man and in Ryan Ruckus's case... he's spoiled rotten.
The fact is, Ryan Ruckus isn't only jealous of me inside the ring—he's jealous of me outside of it too. He obviously loved Ms. Foxxy enough to marry her and I'm sure Ryan Ruckus got married because he was ready to settle down and have a family of his own... or so we thought. He's been divorced and he's been homeless! It's clear to see that failure is a force strong with Ryan Ruckus... how can he possibly be expected to understand what breeds success?
Usually, I don't even touch these subjects—but it Ryan Ruckus's case, it's clearly relevant to this match. His whore ex-wife has made constant appearances on OverDrive furthermore proving just how unprofessional and immature, Ryan Ruckus is. This cage match is for his own good. He won't need to worry about blaming his loss at Mayhem on that troubled women and he'll have the opportunity to own up to his inferiority like a REAL man and face defeat!
Alright, wrap this shit up, boys... it's a long weekend!''
@apwfan4evr: This just in! Ryan Ruckus management publicly hinted that he isn't ready to fight you at Mayhem, this is HUGE! Do you have anything else you want to say to Ryan Ruckus?
''Yeah, I do. Bring me Sally Talfourd, next...''
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